In this poem, it is written in no one’s point of view but instead just a narrator. Written in the setting of the Vietnam war, the soldiers are fighting in the deep forest of Vietnam. They try to camouflage in the thick forest by painting their faces and guns with mud, stuff their pockets with grass and tie branches to their helmets. They blend into their surroundings just like the chameleon does with its. No one can tell them apart from the forest, the small animals are resting on them and “Chameleons crawled our spines, changing from day to night: green to gold, gold to black” (18-20 Komunyakaa), the only thing that is blowing their cover are the apes that live in that
In this poem, it is written in no one’s point of view but instead just a narrator. Written in the setting of the Vietnam war, the soldiers are fighting in the deep forest of Vietnam. They try to camouflage in the thick forest by painting their faces and guns with mud, stuff their pockets with grass and tie branches to their helmets. They blend into their surroundings just like the chameleon does with its. No one can tell them apart from the forest, the small animals are resting on them and “Chameleons crawled our spines, changing from day to night: green to gold, gold to black” (18-20 Komunyakaa), the only thing that is blowing their cover are the apes that live in that